Lifestyle posts from a Brit in Georgia. In the meantime, I should still be fairly active on Instagram.

She turned her feelings and thoughts into words. I am nothing but a keeper of your vanity. The door to your forgotten history. I am that broken window pane. When you tried to escape from your piercing reality. I am your mirror the reflection of your broken smile. I am nothing but your conscience. Your painful karma for every pack of lies. I am nothing but your nuisance. As I disconnected all lines that bridge our thoughts.

Arganise this is Amari,. Your other half of the brain. Think of me as a twin inside,. We share minds what fun. You the caring, loving, female and me aggressive male,. This is my body too. Wow you are something special but, I am better,. I am here to save you from all this lovey crap. Wake up girl this is garbage. You see you need me.

On July 31, 2015. So I have not been around for a while. Life has been catching up. I have been working on some projects and trying to get them wrapped up ASAP. On June 23, 2015. Why is there a word-count competition? Is there a way to fix this? Complai.

Hello dear readers, Over the weekend, we had family in because they were moving their son into his college dorm. His sister just graduated this past May and at dinner the topic of growing up and responsibility and jobs came up. And dragged on for about two hours because everyone had to voice their opinions.

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